have we become one with the dark recesses behind the shadows...where the talons and the fangs seek to commit to our flesh that which we do to the non-humans...
it was a dank, fetid alleyway...where they stepped in from the moonlit abyss....the scent of blood not yet spilled spurring them on....it would be a wonderous feast tonight. over yon, their quarry congregated, small groupings amassing for their nightly ritual of noise and rhythm...bodies swaying and sweating, coupling on their minds. completely ignorant of the presence in the shadows, they communicated with each other-oblivious of their fates so intent were they on the coming events awaiting them inside the doorway. as the humans would say, "like lambs to slaughter..."
and so it would be...gorging on such delicacies, even as their hearts still pumped fresh life out of their warm quivering bodies, eyes still reacting to the horrors of dismemberment and pain. life in the shadows guaranteeing death in the streets...all red and black, sticky and warm. like the night's breeze.
